"No Time for Saviors" by Julianne DiNenna

There was no guiding star
For four premies
on tubes, in incubators

There was no room
In the inn
For prenatal care

No room was there
In the inn
For mothers

Still bleeding
No donkeys
To carry them

To Bethlehem

Medics, doctors,
Who fled
Exploding outside

And inside
Tubes carrying
Clean air

Still attached
Running out
Of breath

Stretched tiny
Incubated fingers
Wanting touch

Of mothers
Voices of fathers
Fleeing fire

Still bleeding

No guiding stars
Amid falling flames
Bursts of blaze

Air on fire
There was no room
No inn

No one waiting
Jesus under rubble
In Bethlehem

Their cries
Stuck in tubes
Four premies

No time for saviors

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